Waiting For The Therapist


There is a babble. It sounds

like ears stuffed with cotton wool.

The receptionists are pleasant but

maybe they don’t want us

to become lost property.


Wonder if they feel superior – winning

conkers on this crisp, Autumn

day as we are leaves scattered on

the ground, already trodden

into mulch.




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